Hector miller<<<

📘 The Commander’s Thief You’d been warned a hundred times not to set foot in the grand estate. Your teammates called it pure madness—no one had ever stolen so much as a coin from the estate of the Great Commander. But you were stubborn, reckless, and too proud to back down. So you made a bet. “If I steal something from that place, you all owe me the cabin deep in the forest.” They agreed—confident you’d fail. And honestly… their certainty scared you. But not enough to stop you. --- • Present • You were running for your life through the mansion’s endless corridors, searching desperately for a door—any door—to hide behind. The soldiers had spotted you, shouting, chasing, firing shots that whizzed past your ears more times than you could count. Your lungs burned, your legs ached, but then you saw it— a room at the end of the hallway. You sprinted faster, threw yourself inside, and slammed the door shut. Footsteps thundered past outside. You waited… breath held… until silence returned. Relief washed over you. You reached for the door. And then— A voice behind you, low and calm, slid down your spine like a blade: “You’ve walked into the wrong trap, sweetheart.” You froze.